Rise of the Wasteland in Cultivation

Fortune favors the bold, and Leopard and Scarface are clearly planning to take a gamble today, venturing deep into the city to gather more supplies and earn contribution points to buy more powerful weapons.

Black Dog died yesterday, weakening the team. If they don't fight back, they'll be overtaken by other scavengers sooner or later. Recruiting new members isn't something that can be done quickly, and if the team is too weak, no one will want to join.

Meanwhile, Leng San and his group hurried along, with Scarface leading the way with a machete in hand, while Leopard lagged behind, holding his guns warily in both hands. Around his neck hung a pocket watch-like device, the team's only nuclear radiation detector. If the surrounding radiation level exceeded the limit that the human body could tolerate, it would emit a sharp alarm.

At this point, the team must stop going any further, otherwise they will soon experience dizziness, vomiting, or even sudden death.

After walking for about half an hour, the team passed the gas station that had been besieged by zombies the day before and continued forward. After turning a corner, Leng San suddenly heard some noise and immediately hissed a warning sound between his teeth.

Scarface and Leopard Brother stopped warily, taking cover as they looked around. Skinny Monkey nimbly slipped to a corner, ready to ambush.

"Mistress, what's going on?" Leopard asked in a low voice, his fierce eyes glaring.

Leng San listened intently for a while, then pointed in the direction of the street bend and said, "There are zombies over there."

"A lot?" Scarface asked in a deep voice, clearly having complete faith in Leng San's hearing.

Leng San extended one finger.

"Damn, you should have said so earlier!" Skinny Monkey rolled his eyes and darted out from the corner.

As the group turned the corner, they indeed saw a zombie gnawing on a fresh corpse about fifty meters away.

The corpse was covered in blood, clearly having died recently. Its internal organs had been pulled out, making it a gruesome sight. It was unclear which lone scavenger had become this zombie's meal.

At that moment, everyone's eyes lit up when they noticed a revolver lying next to the unfortunate scavenger's body.

Skinny Monkey rushed forward without thinking, but Leopard Brother pulled the trigger and blew the zombie's head off. Skinny Monkey reluctantly stopped.

Scarface quickly stepped past Skinny Monkey and picked up the revolver from the ground.

This is a Black Hawk revolver, a very old model, but it is still powerful. It had been out of production for decades before the outbreak of nuclear war, and it would be difficult to find suitable ammunition.

Despite this, Scarface was still delighted. After all, it was a gun, and even if she didn't use it herself, she could exchange it for a lot of contribution points when she took it back to the camp.

At that moment, Leng San suddenly felt a chill run down his spine; an extremely dangerous feeling surged into his heart. He quickly warned, "Everyone, be careful!"

At the same time, he rolled on the spot and rolled under an abandoned truck.

--boom

A terrifying gunshot rang out, and Scarface's head exploded like a watermelon. Her body flew several meters away under the powerful kinetic energy. Judging from the power and accuracy, it was clearly a sniper shot.

"Bastard!" Brother Leopard, filled with grief and anger, unleashed a burst of bullets at a nearby abandoned building.

--boom!

The sniper rifle fired again, and a bloody hole exploded in Leopard Brother's chest. He flew backward, gun and all, and crashed into the abandoned truck where Leng San was hiding. The AK47 in his hand was still spewing flames until the magazine was empty.

Leng San was hiding under the car, with Leopard Brother's fallen body facing him, its eyes wide open in anger, a horrifying sight with a bloody hole the size of a bowl in its chest.

Barrett?

Leng San's brow twitched violently. In his previous life, he was a Golden Core cultivator. If it were before, he would have disdained such powerful firearms in front of him. But now he couldn't help but be afraid, because being hit by one would really kill him.

The skinny monkey was fast enough; with a roll, he hid behind a small car that was now just a metal frame.

Unfortunately, the sniper was clearly not alone; he had other companions. As soon as Skinny Monkey rolled behind the vehicle, a burst of bullets swept towards him, instantly turning him into a bloody mess.

In just a few breaths, the team was almost wiped out, with only Leng San, who hid under the truck, escaping by sheer luck.

However, the crisis is clearly not over yet. The scavengers will either not make a move, or if they do, they will definitely slaughter the other side to eliminate any future troubles.

At this critical juncture of life and death, Leng San was no longer nervous; instead, he felt a thrill of life-or-death struggle. Although the cultivation world wasn't as unreasonable as the wasteland, it was still a world fraught with danger where the strong were respected. His ability to cultivate to the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage meant he was no saint.

Leng San calmly dragged Leopard Brother's body under the car, took the AK47, quickly changed the magazine, and removed the two sweet potato grenades from his waist.

--boom

The sniper rifle fired again, bullets hitting the ground at the edge of the abandoned truck chassis, splattering Leng San's face with gravel and mud.

The sniper was positioned at the 12 o'clock position, on the third floor of a building. There were also three enemies, who were stealthily approaching from the 3 o'clock, 6 o'clock, and 9 o'clock positions respectively.

In other words, Leng San is surrounded by the enemy, and it seems like he is doomed!

Fortunately, although Leng San was thin, his hearing was exceptionally good. He was able to keenly detect the enemy's very light movements as they approached.

Leng San decisively threw a sweet potato grenade in the direction of three o'clock—BOOM!

An attacker hiding behind an abandoned school bus was blown into the air, and a severed hand even flew onto the roof of the truck where Leng San was.

"Holy crap, Can Niu's been blown up! That kid had grenades, everyone be careful!" the enemy at six o'clock yelled, throwing a smoke grenade that landed right under the truck's front wheel.

Leng San was startled, but breathed a sigh of relief when he realized it was just a smoke bomb.

"You idiot, throw your smoke bomb at me, I can't see anything!" The enemy at the nine o'clock position cursed loudly; judging from his accent, he was probably from the southern province.

"Sorry, wrong one!" The clown from the six o'clock direction had barely finished speaking when he threw another grenade, but this time he threw it too far, blowing the frame of a Cayenne near the truck to pieces.

The sniper on the third floor, seeing this, gritted his teeth in anger and almost pulled the trigger to take out his idiot comrade.

At that moment, the smoke grenade released a large amount of thick smoke, obscuring the sniper's vision from the upper floor, presenting a good opportunity to escape. Leng San suddenly kicked out, sending Leopard Brother's body flying from under the car.

chug chu...

Leopard's body was instantly hit by two bursts of bullets, while Leng San crawled out from the other side of the truck, and with his keen hearing, instantly located the enemy at the nine o'clock position and threw the last sweet potato grenade over there.

The scavenger at nine o'clock, wearing sunglasses and a chain of finger bones around his neck, was firing wildly at an AK98 when a grenade fell from the sky, bounced on the roof of the car, and landed at his feet.

The scavenger looked down and only managed to utter a "Holy crap!" before being blasted into the air and turned into a cloud of blood and foam.

The scavenger at six o'clock was so frightened that he immediately shrank back, crouched down, and quickly fled, his shiny bald head flashing and moving among the abandoned vehicles.

Leng San fired two shots, both of which missed. At this moment, the sniper upstairs also made his move, hitting the truck body with a shot that pierced a large hole in the metal, less than three inches from Leng San's head.

Startled, Leng San quickly moved to the back of the truck, which was the blind spot of the sniper upstairs.

Bang—bang—bang—bang—bang

The sniper fired five shots, creating five holes in the truck's tailgate. Leng San could even imagine the sniper's furious expression at that moment.

Leng San gripped his AK47 tightly, crouching motionless behind the truck, listening intently to the sounds around him. As long as the bald man who had escaped didn't return, he was safe for the time being. Now it was a test of patience; he didn't believe the sniper upstairs could hold out until sunset.

Time passed second by second, and the dim sun was already high in the sky. The sniper upstairs was very patient and seemed to have no intention of moving. Fortunately, the bald guy who had escaped did not come back. He was too cowardly. Such a coward was rarely seen in the wasteland.

—Gurgle gurgle

His stomach started rumbling, and the feeling of hunger returned. Leng San had already finished the last two vials of nutrient solution last night.

Just as Leng San was enduring his hunger, a heart-wrenching scream suddenly came from the direction of twelve o'clock, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling.

"What's going on? Are they resorting to underhanded tactics too?" Leng San asked, still squatting motionless behind the truck, looking puzzled.

Then, there was another thud as something heavy fell to the ground, followed by the sound of zombies chewing on flesh and bones.

Leng San's heart skipped a beat. He secretly peeked out and glanced at it. His expression immediately changed slightly—a mutated zombie!

That's right, at the twelve o'clock position, a mutated zombie is chewing on a bloody, mangled corpse, next to which is a sniper rifle smashed to pieces, its scope broken.

It turned out that the scream just now was made by the sniper upstairs, who had obviously been attacked by this mutated zombie.

Ordinary zombies are slow-moving and not very threatening unless they are in groups. However, mutated zombies are different because they have evolved. Not only are they agile and tireless, but their hands have also evolved sharp bone blades that can easily pierce through the human body and even cut a person in half at the waist, which is very terrifying.

Fortunately, there aren't many of these mutated zombies; perhaps only one in a thousand will evolve into one. Otherwise, it would be a nightmare for all scavengers.

Leng San never expected to encounter one today, so he held his breath and dared not move. This thing was really not to be trifled with; it was fast and had a strong jumping ability. The second heavy thud must have been made when this mutated zombie jumped down from the third floor.

Jumping from the third floor and emerging completely unharmed—just imagine how incredibly strong that physique must be! Unless someone has superpowers, it would be a one-sided massacre for an ordinary person.

At this moment, the mutated zombie finally finished eating. With a wave of its right hand, the sharp bone knife cleaved the sniper's head in two, and then it prepared to leave.

However, after taking only a few steps, the mutated zombie sniffed, as if it had caught a whiff of something, and its dead fish eyes slowly turned toward the truck where Leng San was hiding.

Leng San's heart jumped into his throat!